I know something you don’t know. I have a secret, a terrible secret. A deep dark secret of blood and shadows. Of things not born of this reality who touch but lightly upon our world.
You might think you’d like to know what my special secret is but you don’t, not really. And I have promised I will never, ever tell.
You see, I swore an oath to something in the darkness as gorgeous as it was horrific. I forged a pact with the very night and I will keep it for eternity.
I only tell you now because it pleases me to tease. It delights me to invite you to wonder who or what I am. To speculate what daemon I have embraced and what dark works I have learned.
It titillates me to tempt you to imagine exactly what I’ve done. To imagine what damnation I have pledged my very soul.
To wonder if one night I’ll draw you with me into the dark. To wonder if tonight will be that night of terrible wonders.
Think of me and listen for my footfall, in the small hours when all is dim and still, but listen closely. For when I come, I come as quiet as a Whisper. Casting a glamour of sweet dreams come true to disguise that I am a nightmare.
To hide that in my venomous kiss though sweet it is, there is only the bitter desolation of eternal hunger.